Hi there! My name is Cornelius, I'm a little boy. You know, running around, playing, doing little boy stuff, whatever. And also I've got diabetes right? Yeah real sad, whatever, what can you do? Anyway, I've noticed that because of my diabetes, more people try to be my friend around Halloween. This is because when I go trick or treating, I can't keep whatever candy I get, on account of I have a very sad childhood disease where candy is poison to me. So that means I have to give whatever I get, except for pennies or religious pamphlets or fruit which probably has syringes or semen in it anyway, to my friends. So all the kids who usually pick on me cause I can't eat cake all line up to be my friend so they can eat all my candy. Now because of this, because of my diabetes, I predict that I will, as an adult, place far too much importance on the need to impress other people and acquire friends during this time of year. When I grow up and go to college, I will probably drink far too much cheap beer on Halloween night and pass out in a bowl filled with candy corn, vomit and the fake mustace from my poorly constructed luigi costume. Also, I can blame diabetes when I grow up and have some sick fetish where the only way I can climax is by fucking a pumpkin. So as you can see, I'm in quite a pickle. Write back! Signed, a little boy.

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I like hobbies, toys, fruit, cereal, street signs, funerals, children, Play Doh, Celtic punk music, hobbies, various boxes, drugs, Thanksgiving dinner, the bass player from Rush, hobbies, cartoons that encourage racial stereotypes, marine biology, Stratego, clowns, and hobbies.